Once there was a woman named Lyra who wandered from place to place, never quite fitting in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She tried to speak softer, dress differently, laugh less, hide her thoughts. Still, she felt like an outsider\u2014never enough, always too much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day she found herself at the edge of a circle. People were gathered around a fire, laughing, weeping, meditating. She stood watching, unsure if she should step in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An elder saw her hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re welcome,\u201d they said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m not like you,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The elder smiled. \u201cThat\u2019s why<\/em> you belong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lyra stepped into the circle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one asked her to change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one asked her to explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They simply made space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And something within her remembered:<\/p>\n\n\n\n She hadn\u2019t come to fit in. The soul does not ask, \u201cDo I deserve this?\u201d You were never meant to wear the world\u2019s masks. And it fits you perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had come to be.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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It only asks, \u201cWill I be true?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You came to wear light.<\/p>\n\n\n\naudio version:<\/h2>\n\n\n\n